We spent New Year's Eve at a dinner party that included a 92 year-old lady who had raised her three kids alone, worked a full time job, and came home at night to do the housework. These days she reads the LA Times "cover to cover" every day, watches MSNBC, attends lectures with her husband, argues powerfully in favor of the Democratic Party, and is trying to organize all of us to go to a local eatery that is "a little pricey," so she was hoping somebody had a birthday coming that would provide a good excuse to splurge. The lady loves good Mexican food but only attends those places that serve a good Margarita. She watched the Kennedy Center Honors the other night and her critique was biting: the rock band was terrible and there should have been more Streisand.
Dismiss her at your peril: she brought up Alan King's old comic routine about very old men who die, and according to their obits, are "survived by his wife." No matter how old these guys live to be their wives always last longer. She has been around the block more times than you can count and has recently taken up a new form of walking--twenty minutes a day on the treadmill.
Happy New Year, Ruth.
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Ruth Gordon? Sure sounds like her. You're beautiful, Babe. How old are you?
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